Spring: contemplating the black bear – a #poem

Hibernation is not really for the sleep: The point is the coming back to life. Eyes blinking we become accustomed to the light As we emerge from our cave Of becoming.

However dusty or muddy the Spring soil may be, We let it squish between our toes. It, too, is raw material, Just as those former experiences. Now, we form it into Beauty and Forge it Into the reality Of our dreams.